There were fireflies keeping the moon company
I was listening to Ricky Lee, some song about sad young men

A chainsaw buzzed when I died
I cried seven minutes for you, seven long drawn sixty-second sobs

Grief, a simple thing; add water to the sorrow and wait
Darkness precipitate, ruin my room and wet my face

Is it really funny how time flies by?
You'd know that better than I, my dead friend
Stepping out the door, through the trees
A single light
ANd I heard the sound, some greatness crashing down over the rise

Is it really funny how time flies by?
You'd know better than I, my dead friend
Ice skating in an hour glass, waiting for it all to pas
My dead friend